Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.